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A part of me wants to believe that I'm just having a rocky moment right now. A part of me also feels like things will never truly get better.

I hate uncertainty, and I genuinely don't know which one is true. With all I've been through in life, it's hard for me to remove the burden of what has occurred in my past.

I have no one in my life to uplift me besides my partner 💚 and as much as I love her, I wish I could have a mom, a dad, grandparents, uncles, and aunts like everyone else, but I lost that opportunity entirely. It wasn't even my fault because I didn't choose to be trans, and I sure as hell didn't choose to be born into a Catholic family.

I'm scared to go outside, but I'm also depressed staying inside. I feel like I'm stressing over whether or not I can keep where I live right now.

I have to make $750 of rent by September 1, and though I start my job next week and people have been supportive, I don't genuinely feel like I will be financially at a good point in enough time. If the worst does happen, I'm not going to have a mother, a father, grandparents, or any uncles or aunts to turn to. I'll be yet another homeless black trans person in a conservative state.

I feel like I could be catastrophizing, but I genuinely think there's a possibility that my life is over. I'm highly depressed right now, and after everything, including 6 months of attempting to find job stability and finally succeeding and feeling the love of someone who I deeply admire, I, for some reason, don't feel like life is worth carrying on.